Amaherst - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Amaherst - Part 1

I switched jobs after saying good bye to Flamenco Beach. While my new job had some field work as part of my responsibilities, it was bureaucratic in essence. Fortunately, traveling was heavily involved.Two years forward, I had been assigned to work at Buffalo, New York, and was staying at a motel in the Town of Amherst. After three months, I had already been to most of the sites of interest in the city area and the Niagara region. I had already photographed about every angle of the Niagara Falls from both, the US and Canadian side. It was a Sunday, but it was raining copiously, so instead of visiting the Falls again, I decided to take a quick shower and go to the Galleria Mall to watch Meet the Parents. Walking to my rented vehicle, I saw a couple of Hartley-Davidson bikes parked next to the car. I quickly admired them, but since it was still raining, I hurriedly stepped into the car. Once in the vehicle, I realized that I still had some of the grocery bags in it from my morning trip to the market. After considering it for a second, I finally decided that I did not want to leave any valuables in the car at the mall parking, so I took all five bags out of the car and the huge box of detergent. I was juggling with the box and the bags on my hands when I noticed some one behind me.I heard someone say “Good afternoon, buddy!”“Hi there!” I replied with my usual smile automatically.When I turned around, the biker owners had just come out of the motel’s front desk and were right ...

... behind me. They had just checked in and were now picking up their belongings from their bikes.They both were big guys with huge bellies. The larger man was definitely an inch or two taller than me (I am six feet tall). He wore a black bandana with light brown locks hanging out of his temples, a black Motorhead long-sleeve t-shirt, long cargo pants, black boots and had a pretty sour face. He gave me a serious, creepy stare and scanned my body from head to toe. Then, he hurriedly grabbed his things and walked away from the rain towards the stairs without saying anything.The other one, which I quickly assumed was the nice one, looked more relaxed. He had a clean shaven head, three ear rings in each ear, a white Harley Davidson long sleeve t-shirt under a black leather vest, short-to-the-knee jeans and black boots. “Need me any help?” the nicer biker said when he saw how I was shuffling the bags and the box.“Don’t worry, I can han…” I began replying when he darted forward and caught the detergent box, which was already falling off from under my arm. .“Yeah, right” he said with a smirk. “Don’t worry, buddy, I got it… Go on, I’ll follow you””Well… thanks!” was all I could say. I turned around and started walking to my room. “This way”We went up the stairs and into the hallway, where I noticed the other biker was already entering their room, two doors down from mine. I was carrying many bags when we arrived to my door, but I did not want to distract biker any longer.So I said: “Don’t ...